So this is a first. I am about to go on a date with a boy who reads this blog. In fact, he may be reading it right now.

Some of you may recall a sentence a few weeks ago about me playing footstie with a boy while I was out with my friends and still with Older Navy. Well anyway, this boy, let’s call him Geek Sheik (I actually let him pick his own name) and I are supposed to get together for our first big scary date soon.

It’s amazing how technology has changed the face of dating. I have never spoken to this boy on the phone but we talk for at least an hour a day on IM. And I feel like I’m getting to know him. Which is partly what makes the whole concept of a first date kind of ludicrous. We’ve already been through the “I’m sick, make me feel better” or “you have to hear about the awful day I’ve had” conversations, we’ve talked about family, friends, computers, sex…all that stuff that you would talk about with someone that you were dating. We’ve also “had sex” yet never been in the same room…use your imagination. Let’s just say it’s very difficult for girls to do.

Now I say that I know him, but it’s so easy to chat with someone online as opposed to on the phone. For all he knows I’m downloading porn, watching TV, writing in my blog and talking to my 14 other boyfriends while I’m chatting with him. If I were on the phone, I’d only be able to download porn. There’s far more attention involved in phone conversations and I’m not sure I’m ready. This was a major flaw in my relationship with Older Navy: I suck on the phone. But I like to think I’m pretty damn good online…and I think Geek Sheik would agree how good I actually am (wink wink).

Now you’re probably all thinking, “why the hell doesn’t she just SEE him?” That is an excellent question. Well, this boy doesn’t live in NYC. He lives in NC…no I’m kidding. He lives in Westchester, which is kinda like NC, but the commute there is really something like going to Brooklyn…I swear. But we’re both very busy in our jobs so as long as we can’t just walk to each other, our meetings have to be somewhat planned.

Now back to the blog. I’ve always had this rule that I won’t give someone I’m interested in the URL of the blog. Which is why when Geek Sheik asked for the URL I hesitated. I partly hesitated because I had been flirting with him a few days before and I didn’t want him to find out I had a boyfriend from the stupid blog, and partly because I was interested in him and I didn’t want him to find out all my dirty little secrets.

So before I dropped the URL on him, I fessed up to having a boyfriend and he and I made the, “it’s cool, let’s be friends” pact. It’s bullshit, we both still very much wanted to jump each other’s bones.

About him knowing all my dirty little secrets: he now knows them, and likes me anyway...maybe even likes me more.